Over two weeks ago, tragedy engulfed our family when a vehicle failed to yield at an intersection and struck my dad, Bob Eastling, on his motorcycle, ultimately dragging him across the pavement and causing substantial, life-altering injuries.

His skin was shredded and flayed, prompting his first immediate surgery to clean road debris from the gaping, open wounds and sew his skin back onto his exposed kneecap, bone, nerves, and tendons.

Less than 24 hours later, he was wheeled into a second surgery to reconstruct both wrists that were utterly shattered, to reset the fractured bone in his right arm, and to remove four bones from his right hand that were so destroyed they could not be repaired or saved. His hands and wrists are currently held together with pins, staples, and stitches.

48 hours later, he entered surgery three to piece his right leg back together. With part of his kneecap and femur gone, left at the scene of the accident, compound fractures, and a high risk of infection, his third surgery was critical. Despite the surgeon’s best efforts to debride the wounds and secure the leg with screws, a skin graft remains a probable future surgery.

The senseless, irresponsible actions of the other driver will have a lifelong impact. Dad’s surgeons described the injuries as so extreme and unlike anything they had seen before that his future mobility remains questionable.

The ability of his right hand or either wrist to fully recover is unknown. The removal of multiple crushed bones does not instill hope. He will walk, but according to his surgeons, chronic pain will become his new normal. He faces months of rehab and possible future surgeries.

I call my dad Super Dad because that is what he is. At the time of the accident, he was on his way to deliver birthday cards to a friend. He is ALWAYS there when friends or family need him. When you call him, he shows up, giving 100%, asking for nothing in return.

My dad remains hospitalized. Medical bills will be staggering, easily in the hundreds of thousands. He will miss time from work and have an uncertain future for his career as a low-voltage technician. The driver was insured for a mere $10,000, which doesn’t scratch the surface of the financial devastation of such an accident.

No monetary compensation or value can be placed on the emotional toll of this ordeal. His ability to live independently and return to his career is his goal, but the road to such independence is long.

Those who know my dad know the size of his heart and his willingness to always do as much as he can for others. In his time of desperate need, please consider donating to help him as he climbs an uphill battle of recovery. Thank you!